Merry Christmas. (:
Jingling her keys, she swung open her front gate and stepped out into the cold, frosty night. Strolling down the pavement, she passed by a few houses, and snowmen with carroty noses waved at her with their stolid looking branches hands. A snow bunny scurried across the road. Walking on, carols filled the air, the high-pitched chorus providing the perfect ambience to the festive season. Fir trees stood in the yards of many a house, while from the chimney rose the smell of burning firewood. She looked up without really knowing why. Tiny flakes of snow danced in the air. It was a beautiful sight, which never could be compared to those scenarios caught and plastered behind postcards. A smile spread across her face. It was the Christmas joy. She moved on, and her face told of one in deep thought, yet nothing was running through her mind at all. A rickety sound from a distance switched her attention back on. A sleigh drawn by a dozen reindeers drifted into sight and landed on a nearby house, and a chubby man with snow-white beard clambered out of the snowsled, a red bag filled to the brim with delicate wrapping of gifts slung over his broad shoulders. She smiled again.
A few minutes later, she reached her destination. Stepping into the doorway, she caught a whiff of roasted turkey. Her hand found its way to the doorbell. The door opened, mistletoes dangled from above and candlelights glowed dimly in the background. She looked deep into his eyes. A moment frozen in time, their lips touched.
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Love songs find their usual way back into my heart on this Christmas night that nears its magical end. I've a thought, a dream, of having to spend a white Christmas ten years from now with a family of my own. In a cabin, flames licking up from the firestove, children surrounding me, their bedtime storyteller. And soon, the lights in the living rooms dim as they make their way up to their beds, tired but happy. And you can see a car entering the woods, up a winding road and leading to a cliff.
We could sit there, yes, you and me. And we could watch as the city lights beneath us flicker out one by one.
Monday, December 25, 2006
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